What's So Wrong With What I Offer?
Darlin' rest you head,
This will all be over soon.
Close your eyes, and think of him
On that wretched afternoon
When he threw you down
And tore your yellow dress.
After you passed out,
He took what you had left.
So pull the trigger
You'll find it's very easy.
And after the first few times,
My love, you won't get so queasy.
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